Letters To a Young Poet

Today was a day full of Mall, Movies, and Music Videos.

I find it strange, and comforting, that when Diana asked me what I did today and I responded with, "I made a couple of music videos," she didnt even question it. Ofcourse I would make a music video, why not? It was a gorgeous day, I had an Ipod, and I had a camera. What type of in-depth, graphic-filled music videos did I make? Well one of them is just of clouds passing by for the entire 4 min of Radiohead- Nude and the other is of a Highway for the entire 3 minutes of Shins- Sleeping Lessons. Amazing cinematography? no. Content? yes.


Christine was my mall companion and Nobbe was my music video co-producer. Christine is the perfect person to take with you to the mall because she can give you a detailed report of every item that has hit the market, I swear she should have her own consumer report website. Nobbe, on the other han,, is a great video co-producer because she is always down for any random idea I have, even though all she did was get mad at me for trying to make a music video of a highway while im driving. such a worry wart that nobble nobbe.

I concluded my perfect sunday with a dining trip to Seika in the Grove. PLEASE EAT THERE. Its a new restaurant in a location that ALWAYS seems to go out of business. Get the Seika roll and the lava cake and then you too will try your best at making sure they are "sustainable during these rough economic times". Keep them in business and I will be your friend.

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Now back to the title of this post " Letters to a Young Poet", a book by Ranier Maria Rilke. I love reading, I love being swept away into another person's mind only to realize that no matter where we are from, how old we are, no matter what we have been through, we all have the same basic human emotions, the same questions, and the undoubted yearning for the same answers.

I am not an avid reader of customer reviews but I immediately bought this book after reading this:

"Written with a simple, elegant, and com(passionate) prose, Rainer Maria Rilke pens a series of letters to a young aspiring poet, Franz Xaver Kappus that contain a stunningly beautiful argument and plea for living an authentic life, that addresses the silent questions that exist in the deepest chambers of our hearts, the grand themes of literature, and hence life: the meaning of solitude and how to love"

I am a firm believer that certain books fall into your life at the perfect moment. They are meant for you to read, right there, right then. You were never not going to read them, they were never not going to be a member on your book shelf. They are there to either guide, teach you a lesson, comfort you, cheer you up; they are there to serve as a template in which you bring in all your experiences and history and read it in your own terms. I say this because of a certain quote I just read; take into consideration, I am leaving to NY in exactly one week and although I am not scared, I still cant help but wonder and question if everything is going to work out. Then I read this...and it all becomes clear.

"Have patience with everything that remains unsolved in your heart. Try to love the questions themselves, like locked rooms and like books written in a foreign language. Do not look for the answers. They cannot now be given to you because you could not live them. It is a question of experiencing everything. At present you need to live the questions. Perhaps you will gradually, without even noticing it, find yourself experiencing the answer some distant day" - Rilke

Goodnight, Sunday. Hello, One Week Countdown.